It was the first time many had witnessed the Absolute Compression art. It wasn't a Korrath house rune art, yet there was no doubting the terrifying complexity contained within it.
Kaelith Korrath had revealed it once, and the result had blown the minds of many. Surely, no one could possibly survive that… the ultimate attack of an Heir.
Yet Zephyrion Calderalth had emerged utterly unscathed. That alone was enough to shock the thousands watching. However, the Lightning Prince had uttered those two words;
"Absolute Compression."
As the minute compressed orb formed before Zephyrion, the thousands froze. The city lords' eyes widened. Ingrid's gaze sharpened.
Garrick grinned.
One thought ran through the minds of everyone.
He had copied it.
He had seen it once… yet copied it in mere seconds.
Seconds… the rune art of an Heir.
As the minute orb descended, the thousands remained rooted in shock. Only Garrick moved.
A blinding whiteness swallowed the coliseum.
